Fatal Indiscretions Episode 3
Read more of Episode 2 as the story continues below.
As I threw my wary legs off the bed, my cell rang and I answered without checking the ID.
“Goodmorning, Mrs. Miles,” his voice; thick and smooth as always, causing me to sit upright in the bed.
“I hope you are not leaving us?” he asked.
“I beg your pardon?” I asked.
“Well after the way you stormed off yesterday, I am wondering if you will be returning.”
I didn’t answer. I wasn’t sure if I was myself, but at the same time I didn’t want to say I wasn’t.
“Why don’t we meet for breakfast and discuss this. I am at the old Dutch Market, see you in ten minutes,” and the phone cut off. I looked at the display trying to find the number to call back but it was registered as unknown. I called the number I had called the first time and a woman answered. I quickly hung up and sat at the edge of my bed tapping the cell phone on my chin.
I looked away and blushed.
“Where in this God forsaken market are we going to have breakfast?” I asked him.
He smiled and took my hand. We were still almost on the public road, so I looked around nervously, knowing it was highly unlikely for someone from this neighbourhood to know me, but still fearing the worse.
“What would you like to have?” Paul asked me
The menu sounded delicious, I never found the time to make those things these days, it was always pasta or rice or something befitting for our lifestyle. Ryan said curry burnt his stomach and the dhol in the puri didn’t digest well, he didn’t like the fried foods, or the salty fish, but he didn’t have a problem with all the carbs from the pasta, or fat from the greasy cheese.
“No fish cake Clancy?” Paul asked
“No my brother, mistress hasn’t brought that as yet,” Clancy answered
I blushed as he said young lady and looked around at the almost dark area of the market.
“Sour or pepper Miss?” he asked me as I instructed him to put a little of both. He cut the round ball down the middle and squirted mango sour; mango boiled with garlic and pepper and mashed up to make a liquid mixture that was the best accompaniment for an egg ball.
We talked about the market and the fact that it was fast falling apart due to government concentrating on the big market in the centre of the city and forsaking the little ones like this one.
“Because Clancy here is a good cook,” he said
Clancy smiled from ear to ear and I nodded in agreement with Paul.
I took his hand and our eyes locked on each other’s as he pulled me on to the boat that was wobbling from side to side with the washing waves.
He held my hand and led me across the front of the boat to the right side and then he ducked and entered the deck. I followed him and found myself in a little cabin. The room was neat and clean and smelled of his cologne. There was a little bed to the far end, a sofa on my right, a table with cards packed up neatly on the side, and a little fridge under the table. There was something like a chest in one corner.
“I shouldn’t be here,” I said as I turned to leave
I felt his hand on my waist. It wasn’t strong or demanding. It just neatly wrapped itself around my waist as his body drew close. I felt him breathing on my neck and I willed myself to leave.